I attended prayer meetings with the same group before when I used to live in Queens. There were also occasions when I got to join the meetings when they took place at my apartment when Greg and I were still roommates.
I've since then brought some friends with me during the prayer meeting that happens every Friday evening. What's in it for me, really? It's the opportunity to be praise God who's always been with me, come rain or shine. Life here in the US can be rough and very challenging; even your most closest friends you'd feel don't really listen to you really well. I had to seek a place where I can say prayers with others who have been called just like myself, although for some different reasons. Mind you, it's not the most perfect group, ever. I can easily pinpoint bothersome issues and troubles, if I choose to do so. Yet, I go because I want to praise God, and this time, with a group.
I list down names (spelling not sure if correct) of those who I recall now, and who show up most of the time: Mafet, Medy, Del, Obie, Oscar, Carol, Ester, Mary, Chito, Rudy, Tess, Erlin, Julia, Greg....plus the others. I wonder who'd be called next to join the prayer community this Friday again.
